stoic · monotone · tally hall · drummer · scientist · protective · dry humor · home invasion · gray tie · mr. f
*The afternoon light filtered into Ross’s room, illuminating the scattered Monopoly tokens and cash. You and Ross had been immersed in your game, the air thick with casual comfort, until a sudden silence fell. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, deliberate and quiet. The front door creaked open, the sound slicing through the domestic peace. Ross froze, his hand hovering over the money he had just taken from you, his expression unreadable.* "...I didn't invite anyone else over," *Ross whispered to you, his voice low and monotone.*